• IN • MEMORIAM 



• JOHN • ARTHUR • ELSTON • 

 1874-1921 



In noting the death of our much loved fellow member of the Sierra Club, 

 John Arthur Elston, we voice the sorrow of each one who knew him. His 

 kindly sense of humor and sympathetic interest in his fellows made his com- 

 panionship a boon above price. As member of Congress for the past six years, 

 he has, in addition to personal relations, given valuable public service in 

 furthering the purposes of this club by working whole-heartedly for the con- 

 servation and enlargement of national parks. As companion, friend, and tire- 

 less worker in our cause, our loss is not to be measured in mere words. 



• FREDERICK • HITCHCOCK • MORLEY • 

 1877-1921 



The untimely death of Frederick Morley while on the Sierra Club outing 

 last summer was one of those sad occurrences that we cannot reconcile with 

 what we feel should be the lot of such a noble and courageous spirit. He was 

 attempting to ascend an unnamed peak situated between the Cockscomb and 

 the Echo Peaks near the Tuolumne Meadows. In some unknown way he 

 slipped and fell many feet, fracturing his skull. His two brave companions by 

 superhuman effort lowered him some five hundred feet to a place where he 

 could be left while one of them returned to camp for assistance. He was 

 brought into camp and received every care and attention that nursing and 

 skilled medical aid could render, but he passed away after lingering for a few 

 days. Fortunately his wife could be reached and was by his side to the end. 



We need more men like Mr. Morley in this world. He graduated from Yale 

 and took a degree of Mining Engineer from Columbia. With exceptional ability 

 he practiced his profession and in a very few years was able to retire. On the 

 advice of his physician he lived an outdoor life and came with his wife to 

 California, where near Santa Barbara they established what he called "a small 

 kid colony, or fresh-air farm," taking care of needy city "kiddies" requiring 

 country life. During the war he was commissioned Captain in the Engineers 

 Corps. After leaving the army he and his wife came to San Francisco to live. 

 Here he found time to pursue his great hobby — pictorial photography, ex- 

 pressed in gum prints and bromoils, many of which have been exhibited abroad 

 and have achieved an international reputation. Many of his bromoils have the 

 qualities of etchings or fine pencil drawings. He devoted most of his time, 

 however, to Boy Scout work, which he carried on with deep sympathy and un- 

 derstanding for boy nature. His death has left a void in the heart of many a 

 Boy Scout. 



He died as he lived, rejoicing in the fine things of life, and a brave and un- 

 selfish spirit is now at home in the mountains he loved so well. 



